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I slip my hands to her inner thighs and gently push her legs wider while Matt frees himself from his pants and moves between them. It is pure torment watching him sink into her folds. I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the sight. It plays on repeat behind my eyelids, anyway.

Distracting myself, I nibble, suck, and kiss at her neck. My hands explore her body, attempting to add to her pleasure. Her nipples are rock hard, and she whimpers as I close each one between my forefinger and thumb, then tug. Rolling them over and over again until she cries out in pleasure.

“More,” she demands. I squeeze each one, and she moans. “Bite me, Cam.”

I groan, my cock ready to burst out of my jeans. Angling her head back, lifting her chin, I suck at the spot I want to mark. Then I claim her, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh, like I’ve been wanting to do since I was a teen.

Her pleasure slams into me, full force, and my breath is driven from my lungs in a gasp. The bond is bright and blinding. When Matt sinks his knot into her, I feel it, the stretch and fullness. The absolute rightness. Unbidden, my cock jerks, cum spurting out of me into my jeans in response to their shared release.

My arms shake as I hold her. I’ve never experienced pleasure that intense, and never in front of two people.

Our connection settles around me, feeling like a comfort I never knew I needed. I can feel Erin the strongest, but the guys are there too. Who they each are burns brightly through the links that bind us, and I can sense right down to the fact that Blake and Riley are just waking up. The burst of awareness woke them.

Erin sags against me, and Matt withdraws, his knot loosening faster this time.

“Perfect.” Rin’s voice is barely over a whisper, but I feel the single word down to my soul.

“It was,” I agree. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I lift her and carry her to the bathroom as the guys come out of the nest. Closing the door between us and the others, I set her down on the counter and turn on the shower. Once it is the perfect temperature, I turn back to her with a smile.

“Ready?”

She returns my smile. “I don’t think I can stand,” she laughs softly to herself.

“I’ll help you,” I promise. Lifting Blake's shirt from her body, I drop it into the sink.

My breath catches as I take in her full beauty again. She has love marks and finger marks all over her body, making her look like the goddess of lovemaking. If such a goddess exists.

Stepping back, I quickly shed my clothes. I’m not sure I’ll be able to put my jeans back on without washing them and hanging them to dry. But that is a problem for later.

Lifting her back up as if she were a doll, I step us into the spray of the shower. The shower-head is one of those large ones, and there is another that can be switched on above our heads that imitates rainfall. I detach the shower-head and rinse our bodies off.

The cabin has a neutral body wash attached to the wall, along with the same brand of shampoo and conditioner. I lather a washcloth with the body wash and slowly wash her body. She moans when I wash between her legs, encouraging me to pay extra attention to that area.

Once I’m done, I rinse the washcloth out and reach around her to hang it on the small bar on the wall behind her.

She snags it out of my hand and says, “My turn.” A playful grin, pulling at her lips.

CHAPTER 44

Erin

“My turn,” I say. I feel more alive in this cabin than I ever have before. The bond between the five of us is a constant buzz beneath my skin. Each of their sensations and feelings sink into me as if they are my own. It heightens my pleasure to an almost terrifying level.

Lathering up the washcloth, I start on Cam’s chest, avoiding the bandages on his side and arm. He will need new ones when we are done. They are soaked. Also, avoiding his swollen and hard cock between his legs, I wash his body in the same way he did mine. I hadn’t missed the fact that he came when he claimed me. And seeing the proof made that same sort of power he made me feel before spread inside my chest.

It is a thrill to know you hold that kind of power over someone. Cameron. The man who doesn’t come in front of people has been unable to stop himself with me. Not once, but twice. It is pure satisfaction for my omega to know I have that ability. That there is something special about me.

Letting the washcloth drop to the tub, I reach for the soap and coat my hands before finally giving in and wrapping them around his length. Using the slippery soap, I stroke him. He captures my hands with a groan.

“That isn’t what this is about.” His words are strained and tight, just like his cock.

Dragging my hand from root to crown, he holds onto my fingers, almost securing my touch instead of removing it.

Need zips straight through me, settling low in my belly. Sinking to my knees in front of him, my eyes find him as the water runs over his body, washing the soap away. Lust. Need. Desire. All of those emotions shine from the depths of his crystal blue eyes. His lips part as he watches me.

Without breaking eye contact, my tongue slips over his swollen head. If the freshness of spring has a taste, it’s him. His pre-cum coats my tongue.

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